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I loved blowing up models. I was a generation to late though. I had to harvest match heads and stuff them into appropriate containers. What I wouldn't have given for some actual explosives as a ten year old.

Attaching old playing cards onto fender struts on our bikes so they would click against the spokes when the wheel turned.

A friend of mine's girlfriend was a telephone information operator. I'd be over at his house and he'd keep calling info until he got her, by recognizing her voice, then he'd give her a hard time. I don't think you could call and simply ask for her.

Bright days and dark days are both expressions of the great mystery. ~ Oglala Sioux

One evening one of my co-workers rolled a tire across the busy four lane boulevard and right through the open door of Babe's Bar, directly on the other side of the street. A perfect shot, it was kind of a biker's bar. Nobody came out of the bar, but a minute or so later that tire got rolled back out the door and came directly back to us. Fortunately no cars were coming. Never forget that!

Bright days and dark days are both expressions of the great mystery. ~ Oglala Sioux

X-ray macines in shoe stores to check the fit of kid's shoes. You stood on a little platform beneath a wooden box like affair and the shoe salesman or parents could look through some window things on the top of the machine. It must have been bad for kids, but the salesmen could only have gotten a good dose of radiation doing that often, or maybe just having it in the stores. Probably caused more than a few cancer cases. People were fascinated with radiation. After some years they all got pulled. I don't think I was ever tall enough to stand on the platform and at the same time look through the glass at the top to see what you saw, but I remember an eerie green light, so maybe I got my mom or brother to and I climbed up.

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Bright days and dark days are both expressions of the great mystery. ~ Oglala Sioux

Butch, bout twenty years ago I watched my father and son sorting some boxes of junk at his shop when they came upon some ol 8-tracks. My son asked him if he still had the Nintendo system that they went to, lol. Neither one had a clue what the other was talking about. Kinda put in perspective my position in their tech gap. I got a chuckle out of'em.

The further a society shifts from truth the more it will hate those who speak it.